C’mon everybody, please say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! to my favourite baby sister Orlaigh. She’s 18 today, which should frankly be illegal as in my mind she’s still six and sleeps in the bunk above me. Now she’s a beautiful, cheeky, clever woman who posts Facebook status updates that disturb and delight me in equal measure. I can’t threaten to deck her boyfriends anymore, nor can I tell her off for swearing. And her now being an adult when a second ago she was in nappies reminds me that we are all marching towards death.
YAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY ORLAIGH!
Stop being taller than me!
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